Chapter 21: Whitesnake

It was around this time that I got back into hard rock, influenced by the new wave of rock at the time, Marilyn Manson, Nine Inch Nails, Rammstein, and Korn. And in a way, it was like returning home.

Which leads back to me being a younger kid, when I was huge into “hair” metal.

Metal and rap, mostly hardcore rap, were always my favorite genres, as I previously discussed, but for a time, I was consumed by metal...

At around age 10, I’d gotten cable TV and discovered MTV.

The first video I ever saw was Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again.”

I’ll never forget seeing that video. I was transfixed. I stood mesmerized in front of the living room TV, with my jaw hitting the floor. Those guys were, to me, at the time, the fucking coolest thing I’d ever seen. The way they played and held their instruments. Their attitude. Their clothes. The leather pants and jackets. The big hair. The singer and how he carried the mic, held it like a beautiful woman he was about to kiss.

And of course, there was a beautiful woman in that video. Tawny Kitaen. The vixen. In the prime of her looks. Tawny the blazing-hot redhead dancing like a stripper, doing splits on the hood of a Jaguar ... Tawny with red hair of fire. Tawny’s goddess moves and gyrations ... I’d never seen a woman who looked or moved like her...